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The dangershop was set up as a classy, futuristic function room, with holographic waiters carrying trays of food and drink, and Harper was wearing a suit instead of his usual clothes. "This is our last class," Harper said, fidding with his tie. "Congratulations on surviving so far. Since, as I just said, we're going to be doing something a little different today."

"We're going to be having a party. However, you are not going to be the only guests. This is an important conference, with many important dignitaries and assorted others attending. Your job is not just to have a good time, you also have to ensure they do too. Schmooze, mingle, butter them up, try to not to start an interstellar war. The usual kind of thing."

"One more thing. Not everyone at this conference is here for the conference, amongst the guests, there are people with other agendas. Some worse than others. Try and figure out who these people are and what they want."

He tapped a control and the room filled with guests.

"Go on, get out there and mingle."

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"Are you here for the food, the drinks, or the inane conversation?" Her grin widened. "Or do you have a marvelously secret agenda?"

"Mostly because it's hard for a pride with a reputation for treachery to keep that repuation without people to me treacherous to."

"So, whose back will you be stabbing tonight?" Parker noticed the bone-spurs, and cocked her head. "And are those as sharp as they look?"

"I haven't decided yet, there's far too many options," Bolivar replied, then held up one arm so Parker could examine the spurs more closely. "Sharper."

Parker ran one dark fingernail down the length of the spur, then looked up at Bolivar through her lashes. "Impossible to disarm you then, I guess. No chance of catching you unprepared. I think I should be frightened now." The amusement in her voice pretty much said the opposite.

"Has someone been spreading stories about me?" He asked, grinning. "I promise I don't bite unless I'm asked."

"I do." Parker's smile widened wickedly. "But only certain people get to test that."

"And how exactly might one become one of those lucky certain people?"

"Give me what I want?" Parker suggested, tilting her head. "Which would be dominion over the known universe."

"A woman with ambition," he grinned. "Do you know how incredibly attractive that is?"

"It's been mentioned, once or twice." Parker looped her arm through his, and said, "Let's get you some more drinks. And you can tell me all about your Evil Death Ray. You do have one, don't you?"

"Who doesn't?" Bolivar replied. "Not that I call it that."

"Who does?" Parker responded, looking wicked. "At least in public."

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